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He frowned, twisted in his chair, and felt most uncomfortable. The staring and gaping audience greatly embarrassed him. "S-so you confess your guilt, eh?" he at length stammered. "Yes, sir; we do." "Are you not afraid of the consequences!" "What are they?" "W-well, I h-have to see about that. I'm not just sure yet. But why did you make the attack upon Mr. Handyman?"

I got tired of it after a while, made up my mind that I had found one man I couldn't move. Then what bothered me was to get out of that room. If I'd a had a Bible I believe I'd a read it to him. I didn't know what to say, but I did say this after a while: "'W-well, Mr. President, I guess I've kept you long enough g-guess you're a pretty busy man. H-hope you'll give Mr.

This Boltwood? Hotel in Kalispell trying to locate you, for two hours. Been telephoning all along the line, from Butte to Somers." "W-well, w-will you g-get 'em for me?" It was not Milt's placid and slightly twangy voice but one smoother, more decisive, perplexingly familiar, that finally vibrated, "Hello! Hello! Miss Boltwood! Operator, I can't hear. Get me a better connection. Miss Boltwood?"

We were very young and romantic. We exchanged vows and bees and messages in cipher.... I knew this cipher as soon as I saw it. I invented it long ago for him and me." "W-well," stammered the bewildered Colonel, "I don't see how " "I do, sir. Our girl and boy romance was a summer dream. One day he dreamed truer.

"W-Well, I aint c-c-crazy about it, you know... W-Well, we were all going, the whole f-family, in a new cat-boat that belongs to C-Captain B-Bill P-P-P-Prendergast. We hadn't seen her, 'cause he's had her over at P-Porpoise Island all s-summer, taking out s-sailing p-parties.

W-Well, we were all going to Big D-D-Duck, s-s-same's we do every s-summer. B-But F-Father got awful cranky 'cause we f- fell behind at s-school last year, and he m-mapped out a p-p- programme of entertainments f-for us this s-summer that didn't strike us as as as exactly oh! as exactly b-b-bully, you know... In f-fact, it was b-b-bum! S-Studying about all s-summer... S-Say, w-won't you f-freeze?"

Anna gave a little start, and gazed earnestly out of the window at which she stood, as Isabel went up to the table and looked over Clara's shoulder. Then they did not know! Aunt Sarah had not told them. How strange it seemed! "W-well, I don't know," said Isabel, reflectively. "We never have asked him to anything; but a picnic's different. He's a very nice old man, isn't he?"

Only if you d-do n't, I 'm a-goin' t-ter git out o' yere." She remained silent, motionless, her telltale face shadowed, only the quick rise and fall of the bosom evidencing emotion. The man looked at her helplessly, his mouth setting firm, his eyes becoming filled with sudden doubt. "W-well, Mercedes," he stuttered, unable to restrain himself, "wh-what is it?"

I have certainly seen that tail before it was your cousin!" "Poor fellow!" said she. "I must go to see him." "Oh, don't go now," cried the Rat from the other farm. "I think he might want to be alone for a while. Besides," he added coaxingly, "you haven't tasted of the grain yet, and it is very good." "W-well," answered she, "perhaps my cousin would just as soon not have me come now."

"An important clue is held by Constable Flanders as it is known that the parties came to Bailey's Harbor in a yacht named Hoppergrass and a search is being made for that yacht, Constable Flanders promising the yacht a warm reception if he finds her in the vicinity of Bailey's Harbor with the miscreants on board." "W-Well, he k-k-k-kept that p-p-p-promise, all r-right!" remarked Spook.